Knowing I’ll have her.
Knowing she’ll be mine from this night on, and every night after it.
Chapter Fifteen
Naomi
Dinner or that dick?
I’ve had an hour maybe more in this tub to think things over and I know where my heart lies.
I know what I really want.
Tired me, hangry me, overreacting to something stupid is nothing new and Parker’s handled it like a champ. As well as a complete gentleman.
I knew from the second I saw him that I wanted him. But more than that.
I want to be his alone.
So he’s got an older mom who doesn’t take sudden changes very well. Why should that stop us from doing what we both know is so right.
If there’s one person I trust in this world now, it’s Parker and if he says I can live here, without having to worry about a thing from now on, then why shouldn’t I?
I guess I’ve never had to make a real decision like this before, plus I guess I’ve never had the chance to either.
Everyone’s been down on me from day one in most things and Parker’s the one real man who’s stepped up and said how he wants things if I want the same.
It’s a little scary, sure.
But it’s scary good at the same time.
I know I need to work on my sexy voice, my moves with him. And once I show him what he really wants, once he takes out that huge cock of his, I know there’s only one thing for it.
We both need to seal our deal in the only way our bodies know how.
If kissing a real man was something neat, then Parker’s upped the ante a hundredfold with his meat.
I want him though. Not just his body.
The fact that it’s a twofer, that I get the man and his magnificent body… Oh. My. God.
But before any of that, before I give myself to him completely, he wants to dry me off.
It’s a huge tub, but no way both of us can fit in here and do what we want to right now.
Maybe later. I tell myself, filing away the mental image of Parker filling me balls deep from behind as I hang my ass over the side of the old cast iron tub.
For now, though, he has the robe and towels I only recently noticed he deliberately left out from my treat so I’d call him in here.
He strips completely naked for me first though.
Knowing I’m still shy, he wants to show me that there’s nothing he’s hiding or maybe even a little shy of either.
If that’s at all possible.
I try not to focus too much on his bobbing hardness as he strips, but it’s kinda hard to miss.
There are his rippling arms, chest, and shoulders. Abs of course.
If it were anyone else, anywhere else, I’d be rolling my eyes but Parker carries it so naturally, so well.
He deserves it.
With no more masks or costumes for us to hide behind, it’s like we’re meeting again for the first time and I can’t help but notice his eyes are on mine the whole time.
He sees me, not just my body, and once I get over the orgasm-inducing shock of the sight of him totally naked, it’s his eyes I get lost in most of all.
Kind of.
Sort of.
Okay, I peek at his body a bit, but once he helps me out of the tub and starts to dry me off, I can’t help but let my hands wander, meeting the firm lines and curves of his own body every chance I get.
His hands exploring all of my curves, even though they’re soft as butter compared to his.
The towel is huge, soft, and smells great like everything Parker owns or touches.
It’s like he’s distilled his perfect male essence into a bottle and sprayed the whole world with it around him without it being too much, always just enough.
“I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” I tell him, my teeth almost chattering as he pats my naked chest with the towel for the tenth time.
Sensations exploding in my nipples with each pass and my knees becoming weaker by the second.
If there’s such a thing as torture by foreplay, this is it.
A slow dry down slash rub down from a god of a man who’s naked to boot and as hard as hell the whole time…
God, I love him.
I actually love him. I know I do.
He’s so coy, only answering me whenever I say anything with a gentle kiss of his lips against mine.
The slight stubble on his chiseled chin tickling my face and passing another thousand volts of electricity he has pulsing through his veins deeper into my own body until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.
As perfect as all this is, if he doesn’t touch me down there soon, I’m gonna… I don’t even want to find out.